My Father’s Daughter
The smell of gardenias
The smell of the bayou
The feel of the water against a boat
The bittersweet
Of working hard each and every day
The bittersweet
Of having to walking for hours up and down the road
The smell of gardenias
The number 9
Falling asleep to Seinfeld's voice
Waking early to be of service
I wouldn’t change one second
If given a choice
Knowing
That I am not alone
When I am alone all by myself
Acknowledging
All of my loneliest moments
Were in the presence of someone else
Unwavering faith
In My Creator
A spiritual/non-religious soul
Instill in me
Pure gratitude
And fearlessness
Whenever The Creator calls me home
The smell of gardenias
Taste of banana pudding
Remind me of him
Remind me
He is gone
He had to leave
I love how
When I wake
I can still smell him
After he has hugged me in my dreams
The smell of gardenias
This tired mind and body
These sore - flat - tired feet
How I handle death and loss
How I handle my anger and grief
How I am with...How raise my children
How I think
Before I act and speak
Why I chose and how I treat the man I love
Has EVERYTHING to do with
Who My Father raised me to be
My Father’s Daughter
Written by G.,G.Rae ©2020 All Rights Reserved
I Love You!
I Miss You!
I Thank You For EVERYTHING!
I am so grateful for the 30 years I had with you.
I am so grateful to have had you as my father.
Te Amo Mucho Papa!!
09/09/1956 - 12/27/2010
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